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“And it vibrates?” Harry looked at the object, an eyebrow skeptically raised whilst pulling the duvet tighter around his body, having been woken up by Louis curling down next to him, eager to show him this new toy.
“Sure does, got a remote and everything.” The older boy was busying himself with tearing the plastic off of it and gave his boyfriend a wink and a mischievous smile.
“No no no Lou, there’s no way, we’ve got studio and interviews today plus I’ve never used one before plus you don’t know what you’re doing and we have to get up in an hour and…” He was interrupted by warm lips pressing against his and Louis bouncing off the bed and in to the bathroom, water running and seconds later the boy was stood in the doorway, look of determination on his face.
“I’ve read up about it, there’s no danger in any of the things I intend to do and you can take it out whenever you want, it’s quiet and no one will notice.” He walked over to the bed again and sat down.
“You trust me, don’t you?”
Harry swallowed loudly and nodded, still covered by the duvet, hair messy and teeth digging into his lip.
“Good.” Louis nodded and, putting the plug down on the bed next to him, crawled over to Harry, pulling slightly at the duvet, a new kind of darkness in his eyes.
“Get the duvet off, please.” He watched as the younger boy did as he was told, feeling a stir of excitement run through him, eyeing Harry’s bare chest and hipbones disappearing into loose sweatpants and he reached forward to trail a finger over his skin, seeing the outline of him coming to life through soft material.
“I want you to touch yourself.” Harry raised an eyebrow in question to the boy sitting in front of him and scooted down the bed so that he was lying on his back.
“Really? Why would I do that? You’re right here.” He threw a challenging look Louis’ way, noticing, too late, the change in the other boy.
“Well, if that’s the way you want it. Close your eyes. Hands over your head.” There was absolutely no room for argument judging by Louis’ tone and Harry swallowed nervously, feeling sparks of excitement rush through him, making his breathing speed up a little, growing harder.
Louis reached over to their bedside table and started digging around, finding the things he wanted he turned back to Harry and roughly pulled his hands closer to the bedpost, binding them to it with the silk rope he had gotten out, making Harry stir. He picked up another piece and used it to cover his boyfriend’s eyes, wanting to teach him to not talk back but also knowing that it was in moments like these that Harry felt he could really let himself go.
He pulled his own shirt over his head and then moved on to remove Harry’s sweats, leaving him naked before him, a sight that always hit him right in the chest, the beauty of this boy overwhelming.
He looked at the clock on the bedside table and sighed, they only did have about an hour before they had to be out the door, ready to be greeted by paps, having to look at least decent.
He looked at the toy that he had placed next to them and picked it up, they never normally used props but there was something about the remote and having Harry completely in his hands even when they were sitting apart that was very appealing to him, he wanted his boyfriend on the edge, loving the look on his face when he had to contain himself.
He scooted down the bed and parted Harry’s legs, placing himself between them, running a finger up his length but not really touching properly, making the younger boy grind up slightly towards him but he ignored that and grabbed hold of Harry’s ankles, spreading his legs wider apart.
“Lou…” There was question and a slight hint of worry and excitement in Harry’s voice but Louis just let his hands slide up his boy’s legs and then reached for the lube, squeezing a generous amount over two fingers.
He let his free hand push at Harry’s thigh to give him even better access and then he pushed the two fingers against the boy, letting them slide in slightly and then back out only to push them in again, listening to that familiar hitch in Harry’s breath.
He let go of Harry’s thigh and licked his palm before closing it around Harry’s length, squeezing slightly, running his thumb over the tip, not able to resist from leaning down and licking at the pre-cum that had gathered there, dragging a deep moan from Harry’s lips.
He let go almost instantly and focused on working his fingers again, angling up, knowing Harry’s body well enough to know exactly where to apply pressure to make the other boy lose his senses, he kept the pressure light though, not wanting to push Harry over the edge just yet.
“Lou, come on.” The boy was starting to trash around the bed, bucking his hips up but Louis just pushed him down again, removing his fingers and reaching for the toy, turning it in his hands and then again holding on to Harry’s thigh to spread his legs, the younger boy struggling to stay still.
“Stop moving.” It was a short command and Harry forced his body to still, biting down on his lip to contain himself.
Louis nodded to himself and placed the plug against Harry’s hole, pushing slight, fascinated by the look of muscles tensing and relaxing, thriving of the moan that it was pulling out of Harry.
He slowly pushed it all the way in and reached for the remote, pressing for the lowest setting, intently watching Harry’s face as his breath hitched and he ground up towards Louis again, cursing against the pillow, biting down on the material.
Louis rolled over next to his boy and pushed his legs closed, capturing his lips and was taking a bit by surprise of the intensity of Harry’s kiss and he let a low laughter bubble up from his throat before removing the blindfold, seeing the wildness in his boyfriend’s eyes he turned the vibration off. It didn’t seem to help though; Harry was still grinding his hips down the mattress, not seeming to be able to stop moving, a different kind of fullness inside of him, hitting all those places but not hitting them hard enough.
Louis untied his hands and the baffled look on his boyfriend’s face made him laugh again.
“This will teach you to not talk back to me.” Harry’s mouth fell open and he couldn’t even think of anything to say back, his whole body tingling.
“Now get up and get ready, we have to get going in a bit.” Louis stood up next to the bed and grabbed Harry’s hand, pulling him out of bed, trying hard to not look down at his leaking cock, not knowing if he’d be able to resist.
He pushed Harry towards the bathroom and grabbed a pair of clean underwear for him on the way, throwing them at him but couldn’t help a glance down and as if he was under a spell he fell to his knees, licked up Harry’s length and bobbed his head around him, feeling fingers tightening in his hair, hearing Harry curse and moan, bucking into his mouth.
He slowed his movements and with a final kiss to his boy’s hip he got up and pushed Harry towards the bathroom.
“Wash your face and get dressed, and don’t you dare do anything about that.” He nodded down and with that he disappeared in to the kitchen.
“Are you just gonna leave me like this?” Harry called out after him but when he got no reply he dragged in a shaky breath, tried to gather himself and made his way in to the bathroom, grabbing on to the sink and relishing in the cool against his hands, feeling oddly filled up although at least Louis had the heart to not have it on vibrate. He shook his head and muttering to no one in particular;
“This is going to be a long day…”